In Golden Youth When Seems The Earth A Summer-Land Of Singing Mirth, When Souls Are Glad And Hearts Are Light, And Not A Shadow Lurks In Sight, We Do Not Know It, But There Lieu Somewhere Veiled Under Evening Skies A Garden Which We All Must See - The Garden Of Gethsemane. With Joyous Steps We Go Our Ways, Love Lends A Halo To Our Days; Light Sorrows Sail Like Clouds Afar, We Laugh, And Say How Strong We Are. We Hurry On; And Hurrying, Go Close To The Borderland Of Woe That Waits For You, And Waits For Me - Forever Waits Gethsemane. Down Shadowy Lanes, Across Strange Streams, Bridged Over By Our Broken Dreams; Behind The Misty Caps Of Years, Beyond The Great Salt Fount Of Tears, The Garden Lies. Strive As You May, You Cannot Miss It In Your Way; All Paths That Have Been, Or Shall Be, Pass Somewhere Through Gethsemane. All Those Who Journey, Soon Or Late, Must Pass Within The Garden'S Gate; Must Kneel Alone In Darkness There, And Battle With Some Fierce Despair. God Pity Those Who Cannot Say, "Not Mine But Thine"; Who Only Pray "Let This Cup Pass," And Cannot See The Purpose In Gethsemane.